he's quite heavy,
coating her backside
and drooling on her bare shoulder
she's half awake
eyelids fluttering at half past
and thinking about how
tomorrow morning
she'll turn the pillowcase inside out
to hide its smear of a shade too dark foundation
and a swipe of "ravish me red" that's been rubbed off swollen lips
but can be found on the heavy hold's collarbone
and in the morning
she'll peel the overweighted arms off her
throw on discarded, sweat rung clothes
tie up her hair
as he sits on the edge of the bed
thinking about how much he hates his girlfriend
about how much better you are
and then she'll turn to him
and thank him for the night
and consider thanking him for the pile of drool almost absorbed on her shoulder blade
but think better of it
and before she can leave
he'll bombard the door
and proclaim a false love for her
(that's really a love for getting off)
the door will close
she'll be walking down the hallway
and she won't have the heart to tell him
she couldn't even remember his name
